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“Well,” Miria scowled at her assembled friends, “what do you have to say for yourselves?”

No one answered, which made Miria’s scowl deepen. “Six chapters.” she said slowly. “This rebellion has been going on for six freaking chapters and you have just arrived. We’ve been through Abyss Feeders and resurrected Number Ones, who have now Awakened by the way… I am the only warrior left at anywhere near fighting condition…”

“Calm down Captain. Your arms will fall off if you lose focus.”

Miria ignored Tabitha’s concern. “Because you know, all the others have been kind of dismembered, aside from the combat-capable twins and Raftela, who is near death anyway. I could have used the reinforcements much earlier. So WHY did it take so long?”

The rest of the Ghosts, minus Clare who was still absent, shuffled on their feet, heads lowered.

“Well at least we got another ‘big damn heroes’ moment out of it.” Helen muttered.

“We did look pretty awesome.” Cynthia nodded.

“Hello, Abyssal-level Awakened, three of them.” Miria scowled. “So I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you.”

“Come on, you got yourself yet another epic moment too.” Helen grinned. “I mean, you went toe to toe with a Number One and actually won.”

Miria snorted. “By getting myself hacked to pieces, and resorting to a dirty trick. Not to mention the jokes it has led to.”

“Hey, a win is a win, even one pulled by the skin of your teeth.” Helen laughed, and the others stifled a snicker.

“Of course,” Helen confirmed as she took her own sword and examined it. “I mean, look at the size of that thing! What else could I be… Oops.”

“Oops indeed.” Miria hissed frostily.

“But this makes me wonder…” Helen grinned evilly.

The glare Miria threw her promised death. Why her damn it? It wasn’t the first time a manga character grabbed their sword like this! Okay, usually it’s by the blade, but still! Why was she the only one on the receiving end of the innuendo? The fandom had been joking about how she managed to defeat Hysteria, and just like her fake death, she had a feeling she would never live it down.

“Do you want me you show you?” Miria asked dangerously, taking her own sword. “Though I must warn you, the practice is quite hazardous. You might even lose your head by accident.”

“Huh, you know, maybe that’s not a good idea after all… maybe we should drop it altogether.” Helen stammered, getting several nods of agreement.

“I’m glad we agree.” the feared leader smiled sweetly. “Now, back to the original topic… WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?” she roared.

“Well, you see, we were coming to help but we got sidetracked.” Cynthia said meekly. “First we ran into Anastasia’s squad. They had been ambushed by a bunch of Awakened Beings and we had to help them.”

“Cynthia, these Awakened happened to be in our way so we killed them. This was just a fortunate coincidence.” Deneve reminded.

Everyone, even the author, rolled their eyes.

Cynthia coughed. “Sure, whatever you say. Anyway, after that we had to heal the wounded and wait till that low-ranked warrior…”

“Keira.” Yuma supplied.

“Right, till Keira stopped crying.”

“And people thought Raki was a crybaby.” Helen grumbled. “Bad enough from a human, but to see this from a warrior.”

“Back on topic please.” Miria hissed.

“Right. Then Deneve wondered where those ABs came from, and Tabitha managed to pinpoint their origin. One of the Organization’s labs apparently.” Cynthia finished.

“We kicked their asses!” Helen cheered before deflating. “And all we got for that was a few panels.”

“One minute we decide to go there, next we’re trashing the place. And Yagi didn’t even bother explaining anything about it either. What the Org were doing there, how they did it, how it was manned, how big it was…” Yuma pointed out.

Miria grumbled. “Yeah, a completely transparent plot device for the sole purpose of delaying you. Then you destroyed that lab and rushed to me.” Looking around, she caught a few guilty looks and narrowed her eyes.

“Well, you see…” the pig-tailed warrior and seemingly designated spokeswoman started again. “First we had to heal the wounded, again. Then wait till Keira stopped crying, again.”

“I threw my sword a bit too hard.” Yuma confessed sheepishly. “So I had to get it back.”

“Three miles away. A new record.” Helen cheered.

“Then Helen found a booze stash and dragged Nike into a drinking contest.” Yuma said.

“Traitor!”

“Indeed these two are like long-lost sisters.” Tabitha mused. “But then they got hung over…”

“And threw up.” Yuma sighed. “… on Anastasia’s hair.”

“Don’t remind me.” Deneve groaned. “First we had to calm her down, then we had to wait for her to fix her hair. That took a while.”

“Hey, we apologized.” Helen defended.

Miria’s eyebrow twitched dangerously. “Is this all?”

“Just a short bathroom break and we were on our way, Captain.” Tabitha finished soothingly.

“I just hope Keira won’t break down again.” Cynthia sighed.

“And whose brilliant idea was it to go there?” Miria growled, hand just itching for her sword. ‘Must… resist… urge…’

Immediately several hands were pointed toward Tabitha who sputtered indignantly.

“Well, you did decide our course.” Helen stated. “After rescuing Anastasia’s group, we had the option to go help Miria immediately or go to that facility first.”

“And someone pushed the decision on me!” Tabitha glared at Deneve. “Besides I did what Captain would have done and you know it!”

“Don’t blame me, you still made the choice.” Deneve coldly replied.

“Who exactly has been leading in my absence?” Miria asked tersely, only to see her friends shuffling on their feet.

“You see, the problem is that aside from you, Miria, no one ever stood out as a leader. Deneve kind of took over, but it was never official.” Yuma explained.

Cynthia nodded. “If we went by our old structure, the highest-ranking warrior takes the lead, but several things threw this off. For example, among us, higher rank means the strongest, in theory me. However, you and Clare clearly stand above us in terms of power.”

“Precisely. Leadership stems from two things : ability and willingness. Power should only be a means to enforce decisions if necessary, but a natural leader shouldn’t need it. Their decisions make enough sense that no one contests them.” Cynthia continued.

“But since we tend to butt heads all the time, it does become necessary to keep the others in line. Remember Pieta.” Helen pointed out.

“Right, however this means we often mistake power for ability, which is an error. Galatea and Rafaela may have been stronger than Miria pre-timeskip, but I doubt they’d have led us better in Pieta. As for Ophelia, well...” Yuma shuddered at the thought.

“Right, anyway even though I’m the highest ranking, both Deneve and Helen are stronger than me.” Cynthia resumed her explanation. “Besides, I haven’t shown any willingness to take charge while Deneve did. And she is level-headed and has shown ability to think on her feet.”

Deneve blinked. “What? When?”

“Well, you analyzed the errors Shorty’s squad made against that AB pretty well when we ran into them.” Helen shrugged. “And come on, using those cat-things to delay Priscilla was a nice try.”

“Too bad she has an annoying habit of psychoanalyzing people. It sounds like she’s pulling things out of her ass at times.” Cynthia sighed.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, Miria can explain things and make it believable. You on the other hand sound like a two-bit shrink.” the pigtailed warrior shrugged apologetically.

“But if Deneve had leadership, why did she pass it to Tabitha?” Miria asked.

“Yeah, I’m still wondering that too.” Helen mused thoughtfully.

Deneve crossed her arms over her chest. “Do I really have to explain myself?”

“Well, it did come out from nowhere and hurts your characterization. The readers are probably wondering what the hell you were thinking.”

“Hey, how could I know even more shit was going to hit the fan at the Org?” Deneve defended. “Besides, Tabitha needed some character development beyond being Miria’s cheerleader,” she ignored the shout of protest from both Tabitha, “and forcing her to make a difficult decision seemed like a good way. It didn’t matter if she made the right one, just that she made one.”

“Sure, if you put it that way…” Yuma admitted.

“And I wouldn’t have been blamed if we’d been too late.” Deneve finished.

“Hey!” Miria and Tabitha shouted again.

“If you’re not happy with it, just assign a second in command once and for all.” the short-haired warrior scowled.

“We don’t have that many candidates.” Helen pondered. “Let’s see the pros and cons. Deneve : current strongest, keeps her cool under pressure, rivals Miria in bust size,” she paused and did a double take, “at least…”

“What the hell does this have to do with that?” Deneve shouted, crossing her arms under her breasts and unintentionally pushing them out. Yuma, Cynthia and Tabitha took a comparative glance and sighed dejectedly.

Helen grinned at the shy warrior and ruffled her hair. “Don’t sell yourself short; see how you finished off that AB that was running away or you saved Galatea. I tell you people, if you think she’s badass now, you haven’t seen anything yet!”

Yuma squeaked.

“And look at you, so cute and huggable, but underneath… SCA-RY! And seeing how you took over as healer for Cynthia, soon you’ll steal Miria’s role right under her nose! Well, if you ever get over that low self-confidence that is.”

By now Yuma was trying to fade into the background.

“Now, Cynthia…”

“I have made it clear earlier that I am not suited for this task Helen-san.”

“Nah, not interested. This whole decision-making thingy isn’t for me anyway. I’m good at kicking butt and that’s enough for me.” Helen said sagely. She then turned to Miria. “So? How do we settle this?”

“I know!” Helen shouted. “Let’s call in for a vote. Every character gives their opinion and things remain fair.”

*As you wish.*

There was a poof of smoke and an envelope appeared in Helen’s hand. “Wow, that was fast.” She grinned as she tore it open. “Now let’s see… What the… Hey! They were not on the list!” she shouted.

“What is it Helen?” Yuma asked.

The brash warrior sighed. “Apparently the author forgot to precise only we Ghosts were candidate so every character was included. We had two who managed to get an overwhelming amount of votes. Color-head is runner-up.”

“Clarice?” Deneve asked.

“Yep. It seems she was fairly impressive when she took charge in Rabona. About thirty of those guards voted for her.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask.” Miria sighed. “Who won?”

“Raki.” Helen slumped dejectedly. “Over forty votes. How the hell did he find forty characters and got them to vote for him?”

Before anyone could ponder, they became aware of a rumbling sound that steadily got closer. Looking in its direction, they saw a quickly approaching dust cloud. At that moment, Helen was bumped into by the happy winner as he hurriedly ran past the group.

Heh, didn't really expect to find funny stuff here, but they were pretty good .. xP

How come this thread have started getting "buried"?

Anyways, I hope a new chapter of Silver Eyed Empress comes out soon .. If it were illustrated by someone it would be pretty interesting ..

I honestly have no idea -- for some reason, interest in fanfiction, at least on this website, has taken a huge nosedive the last couple of months (or maybe even years at this point 0_o).

I could be wrong, but I can only go purely by the people who comment - maybe lurkers read the story, but I just don't know if people don't comment/review - essentially, authors are writing stories unfortunately to brick walls, it feels.

A shame because it's not like lack of quality has gone down the last couple of years - if anything, with regards to quality, it's actually gone up I feel; It's just a shame more people can't take five seconds to even say "update!" or at least something.

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Originally Posted by Comeda

Hmm, a new season of claymore? I understand good?

Uhhh....no?

Why are you asking here anyway?

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"You know, their are as many ways to live as their are people in this world...and each one deserves a closer look."

I feel kind of guilty now, seems I am kind of a lurker .. But sometimes I indeed have not much to contribute with .. Neither am I that much of a forum guy, so may see things differently ..

Comeda, maybe you are confused if I understood correctly .. "The Silver Eyed Empress" is a fanfiction story based on Claymore(almost a continuation of it from some point after, but of course it differs greatly). No new season of Claymore that I know of .. Although I'd really like it

With all the Dr. Deneve stuff I see, I can imagine a modern story about Deneve having survived till now and being a psychologist for some secret agency or something .. xP
Now that I think of it, maybe it could ..

I am here to give some news in that the second part of the new RakiXLuciela story, "Strange Consorts: Bad for Business" is now ready.

It is below for the forum's interest

Spoiler for Strange Consorts: Bad for Business (Part 2):

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Claymore

Strange Consorts

Bad for Business

Part 2

Come morning, both slept in and it was not until noon that both rose to greet the day; albeit still grey and wet, as could be spied from their window. Ordering a fine selection of foods, they ate in their room; Raki taking to his victuals and washing them down with milk while Luciela lounged in her chair; saucer in hand while she sipped some strong tea. Both enjoying food and a fire place on a wet day, the homely ambience lingered long even as Luciela drew out a parchment, a quill and fresh ink, as ordered earlier.

Taking to her task in a quick, neat hand, she studied her work before allowing the ink to dry. After a moment’s contemplation, she handed the paper to a watching Raki; the boy reading it over before thinking. Luciela poured herself a new cup as she considered her companion; drawing back into the soft leather before eyeing the crackling flames. Raki was still, paper in hand; a few crumbs clinging to his lips as he fingered his glass.

After a while, he raised his eyes to a watching Luciela. She inclined her head in interest, though perhaps anticipating his intent.

“I thought it would suffice. It sets out quite clearly the issue and what should be done about it. If you think it right, it could be delivered to their premises soon...though a different course is possible too, if you change your mind...”

Dabbing at his lips, a habit taken from the red headed woman, Raki was silent then spoke; his words hesitant, but with a tentative conviction.

“No...this is right. And I’ve given it lots of thought...a lot, over the past few days...and about all this too...I still think it’s the right thing to do...even if there has to be some...harm done...I hope not, I really do...and not that extreme, if it can be helped...I think the letter is fine.”

She regarded him for a moment; the weight of his intents clear in his eyes, a young mind wrestling with hard and complex issues of great importance. She nodded in agreement.

“I understand. I know that it took a lot to get even here, and I think it a good mark of conviction. I will deliver the letter later today – but know this, Raki. Those we deal with are men of conviction too, no matter how questionable their enterprise. They are men of reputation and standing as well, and do not take kindly to trifling in their affairs. If you do want to follow up this with your idea, it could be a vain gesture in the end – and maybe even dangerous to you...”

She let the words hang for a moment before taking a sip; the boy having handed the paper back to her before leaning back in his own chair.

“Yes – I know. But, after I’ve thought about it for so long, I still think that we have to try; that I have to try...for something better to come from this whole thing, and maybe let others learn something against this. It may fall on its face, but I can give it a good go from where I am.”

She smiled softly as he finished; recognising that he was set, even if a little unsure of the way and what lay ahead. His sincerity and compassion things which took heart in her and compelled her all the more to this new life.

“Very well. Wise words, and it is my hope we succeed, one way or the other – because it is our endeavour, and I will be the final arbiter of any danger that comes about...of that you have my promise. Now...I will fold this up and get going once the rain has lessened a little. After that, I will return and we shall wait to see what happens next...”

Raki gave a little smile and nodded; grateful for her as always, and happier for her words of support as well; more so on this unknown path he had planned.

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It was not long after that a cloaked Luciela trod on quick, quiet feet through the town and soon found her way to a certain high street; narrow and its buildings older, though a certain small, squat residence in mind. Not more than a story and a half, its tall door was reached by worn steps; the slender white shape pressed through its letter box before she turned and smoothly left back into town.

Inside her actions, did not go unnoticed; eyes finding the letter and its message before glancing out of a nearby window into the street below. The reader content of nothing further, he returned to his desk and put the letter away. He did not relish it, but he would have to tell his boss about this, and Mr. Barry would not be pleased...

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Returning, Raki was bright eyed to find Luciela and a successful mission; even though it was the first and smallest of gestures. But still, things had begun and that was something both now recognised. Now what followed would be a waiting game.

The purpose of the pair’s arrival in Braeton had long been linked to that of the place and business known as Barry & Co. Braeton, the prosperous capital of Langchard, was also known to be a hub for a certain questionable, though profitable, industry – namely Slavery. It had come to pass in the most recent years that a local operation had bought up the lesser companies until the business of Barry & Co was preeminent in the town and much of the province.

Mr. Barry himself was a driving force for much of this success, and took a direct hand in the running of things – and did so unapologetically. A coarse businessman who knew how to turn a pretty penny, or a few, he had little time for some of the new, articulate protests about his industry; a small society in Braeton having voiced opposition to his dealings – and on occasion needing to have the local constabulary get involved between the groups.

Still, despite this, the business of Barry & Co. remained, and did so conspicuously. Though, one thing that did not work in favour of this trade were the seasons – not the weather but the occasional quiet patches which slowed things down and corroded their profits, not to mention testing links with other concerns which dealt in people.

The month in which first Raki and Luciela had arrived in the town had been one of those dry seasons; not a coincidence, as Luciela has seen too, and a fine stage for Raki’s plan, as it was. Luciela’s earlier scouting ensuring that no party, of the more remarkable type, would interfere; no Yoma and the local Claymore, No. 29 Nichole, was in the distant north on business. As they were, things were set, though what would come to pass was not known...though to the Abyssal One’s even most sincere desire, spilt blood haunted her hopes...

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An unremarkable day passed. Luciela given to tutoring Raki through the day before both retired for some dinner. The evening finding the boy practising his sword strokes in the room while Luciela found a tea house of her liking; a newspaper suggesting that times had been somewhat testing for slavery in the town, evident as the company’s caravan had returned empty from its journey through the province, and thus having no new offerings for “auction”.

This article was followed a few pages later with a smaller, but hearty attack on the industry by a writer from the society; quite pleased at the recent lack of success and the pinch in the purse of the slave traders. Both articles gave food for thought, and she took to keeping her findings in mind for the future...

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The next day, a cloaked and hooded Luciela made her way under a grey, cool sky to the steps and high door of Barry & Co; the way passing onto a small hallway, and beyond that a reception of sorts. Blue eyes finding a fairly large room with a office of sorts occupying much of the western half; a middle aged clerk occupying a desk and seemingly at work with some correspondence. Not immediately knowing she was there with her soft tread, he clumsily noticed and rose to greet her; Luciela letting the hood slide back to free her crimson locks.

“Ah, my apologies. The door bell seems to be not working these days. Welcome to Barry & Co. of Braeton. For your business, household and personal needs.”

The woman nodded politely before going on.

“Thank you, sir. If I may, I have a few questions for you and this company.”

“I would be happy to help as I can, Miss. Though, maybe I can pre-empt any disappointment. Business has been...less than fruitful lately, and we have none to offer or auction, if that be your cause.”

She made a show of surprise.

“So...there would be no cases available to buy? Has business been that slow around the province?”

“Ah, yes, Miss. I cannot say precisely why other than we have no one at all...available for your interests. Maybe if you could come again next week, I think we might have someone that would suit your needs, as they are.”

She smiled coolly.

“Thank you for that, sir. It is appreciated, though I also have other questions, if I can?”

“Of course”. The clerk setting aside a folder as he prepared to listen.

“Knowing that this is Barry & Co., I was wondering if you could help me speak with Mr. Barry himself, or perhaps you may know where I can find him?”

At this the man stiffened a bit, his expression politely awkward.

“Well, Miss...I must say that I’m simply not at liberty to say where he might be, nor does he accept messages passed on to him. Of course, proper correspondence from the interested or potential clients are accepted.”

“Hmm...so, there would be little way of meeting him directly, without these conditions, you say?”

“Eh...yes, Miss. My apologies.”

“But, what if it was of great importance that I meet him, face to face, but also in regards to his business too? Would that not make a meeting possible?”

It was with this turn in the conversation that the man’s expression dulled and he stifled a sigh; turning back to his chair, he continued in rather more tired tones.

“Miss, please know that if you come from the society then what you ask is especially impossible. And you should know that fully, as should your peers.”

She regarded him with quiet interest.

“You think I come from the society? I don’t. Though, I will say, that I sympathise with their feelings. In fact, I came in the wake of a certain letter which arrived yesterday...”

The man eyed her wearily and rubbed his temple.

“If that was your work, then I can only say that it only amounts to the same. I cannot and will not lend myself to any trouble of that sort; and most know how silly it is to do so.”

“So, I doubt you would be willing to help me?”

“Miss, I will not, and this company will be little hindered by another trifler who is versed in pretty words.” He fumbled in a drawer for a moment before planting Luciela’s familiar letter on the counter; opened, and certainly rejected.

“I would suggest you take your letter and be off home, Miss. If not, I will say I have the right by law to force you. And if I can’t, then it’s a business for the constables; and they’ve got no patience for this larking around. I doubt a lady has patience for the cells, so take some warning, you can go no further and leave...”

Luciela nodded, sighing gently. Taking the letter, she slowly slid her hood up and over; the man already trying to busy himself with other papers.

“My apologies, sir. I see you have probably seen quite a bit, but that holds little for me. So, let us continue on a different footing...”

The man sighed bitterly, features straining with a young anger as he looked up.

“Miss, I - .ehd....I....I....eg...eh...”

The clerk’s voice dying out unintelligibly, the cause was found as he stared up into the shadowed features of the woman. Her eyes now a cold, shining gold which held him in thin pupils. Rich lips parting just a little to reveal many fangs. Peering down at him, her face was cold and unmoved.

“Good, sir. Now, be quiet and listen well. If you scream, I tear out your tongue...”

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The clerk, once a picture of casual assurance, was now stiff and numb in his expression; eyes small pools of fright. For several moments, he could only stare unending into that face before the woman drew back; confident in her hold and his understanding. With that, she spoke further.

“Now...sir...as we cannot proceed as I planned, maybe we will have to improvise.” The man slowly composed himself; his voice a shallow, dry sound as he clumsily tried to speak.

“Miss...la...lady...you...I can’t really...please...just...I’m just a clerk here...I could never truly arrange something like that...I...I’m only charged with sorting their...eh...correspondences and the like...”

She regarded him coolly; unmoving and severe in her expression as she spied the dampness of his brow, the raging of his heart in dread.

“Well...that is a start. But know this, what was writ in that letter was true; and I am especially true to my intentions. Now...if you cannot arrange for me to meet your employer, then you can direct me to him...that would be very helpful.”

The man, frightened, took several moments to answer as his throat laboured time and again.

“Listen...he...eh...I don’t know where Barry would be, at the given moment; that’s not my place, like many others. He...eh...could be with Mr. Kern, in town, or maybe elsewhere...his estate maybe...that’s...that’s it...honestly...ma...Madame, I’m just a baker, I only work for them sometimes...”

“Hmm...interesting. So who is this Mr. Kern, and where does he abide these days? Also where is this estate, I fancy I will make a trip there. More too, what business does a baker have with slavers exactly?” The last words jabbing with a cold scrutiny as he sat there before her.

“Kern?...he...eh...he’s the group’s financer...I think, not really sure. Barry and him are partners to some extent. He lives in a town house, just of Kingsley Square. He’s reclusive, but I hear well guarded...and Barry’s estate is to the north, up near the northern walls of the city; a bit of land about an old house called...eh...Fairworth...and well...I have some experience with letters and papers, so they offered me a job, here and there...”

She regarded him for a moment with a crooked eyebrow; her brilliant gaze fading back to a deep blue. She sighed in distaste.

“Well, that is good to know. Still...I think it a prudent thing for you to think more about your future employers, especially if they make coin in human bondage. Also, and truly, is what you have told me the truth?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

“Good...because if your words falter, I can find you anywhere. Now, leave this place and never come back. I say so because, hopefully, there is little future for Barry & Co. Also, don’t think to scream or shout – it would be pointless, and the Claymore of this land is far away.”

With that, she turned and left; giving a last glance to the man as eyes flared gold. Soon he was alone again, shaking in his seat as he dabbed at his wet brow. He later left, and spoke nothing of what had happened.

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That day, Luciela did travel about town; swiftly and unimpeded until she came to Kingsley Square; the town house not hard to find and far from a problem to enter. Sweeping into a nearby alley, it took only moments for her to simply dash from ground to air; perching momentarily upon a neighbouring roof before landing on a wide windowsill. The window itself was no obstacle and soon she was inside; the scents and sounds of the household drawing her downstairs from the bedroom she arrived in.

It seemed that Mr. Kern lived alone, but did have some attendants of a burly sort. No doubt a personal guard as some families employed to take them from place to place. The first man she met at the top of a stair well; a crushing, back handed slap seeing him collapse to the floor as she went down stairs. A small hallway was found and she turned; making her way further inside.

Another man, apparently alerted by the noise from earlier, came; dagger in hand, though soon found himself doubled over under the drive of a slender fist. Drawing further down the smaller corridor, a third man’s voice called out in danger; emerging from a door way, club in hand. It was a simple matter of simply catching the intended blow, twisting as he squawked in pain then sending him away with a strike which threw the door back with a bang.

Stepping inside, she found a expected site. The attendant on the floor, while another smaller, older man stood stiffly over a table, shocked at the commotion of the previous seconds. Turning to him, she let her hood fall back.

“You are Mr. Kern, I assume?”

“How...how did you...what is this?!!”

“Hmm...well, I am at least pleased. And you are the partner of Barry & Co.?”

“What?! I don’t...listen here, if you come to steal, I can promise you a lamentable fate; to come here, to my household...your sentence will not be lenient!! Do you now that?!!”

She regarded his protests tiredly; recognising the swellings of fear in his heart and breath.

“But, sir, you are Mr. Kern of Barry & Co.?”

“Yes!! Yes, I am. If you touch me, woman, there will be terrible consequences! I am a banker and esteemed merchant!! You will do no harm, and I say if you pick up and leave now I will not see you hung!”

She coldly eyed him; the blustering, frightened man working hard to intimidate with hard eyes, swathed in his long, expensive robes.

“May I ask why you associate with them, the men of Barry & Co? And more so, what they do?”

The man seemed lost for a moment, before growing more angry.

“What?! What does...wait, so...you come from those people, right? That stupid society? Let me say this, you stupid fool, I will not justify myself to the likes of you. You have already doomed yourself and my business is as it is; doing this for the question of slavery? You know nothing...you-“

His words died as the woman appeared instantly before him; looming tall and cold, her eyes a monstrous gold, voice a calm judgment.

“I won’t eat you, little toad. You’re much too slimy to stomach...”

His eyes held dumb incomprehension before hard fingers closed around his throat; snapping his neck with a brief twist with a sound like wood splintering. The man fell down dead and Luciela drew her hood up before sweeping out and away.

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Sometime later, Raki returned to the room to find Luciela there; the tall red head washing her hands in a steaming bowl as he entered. Approaching her silently, he spoke in measured tones.

“So...it’s begun, hasn’t it?...”

Rubbing her hands with a towel, she turned and nodded; her reply soft but sure.

“Yes, it has. I investigated the company’s office today, and found them...well...unhelpful. But, I think they understood my message. After which I left for a moneyed fellow who seems to have supported all this for a long time. What I found was...unpleasant, and noisome. I...did as I had to.”

The boy was quiet for a moment before answering.

“So...he’s dead, isn’t he?” Luciela watched for a moment as she put down the towel.

“Yes, he’s dead. If you understand that, how do you feel?” The boy looked back and nodded slowly; his eyes tentative, but convinced.

“Eh...well...no. I’m fine. I knew this might happen, and I know you did what had to be done. Thank you.”

She gently lowered a hand to his shoulder and smiled softly.

“Very well. Now, the question falls to you – do you wish to go as you planned. To see him, face to face?”

“Yes, I will. I will say it to him with my own words. I have to.”

“Knowing that there may be danger; this man may be armed and not gentle...”

“Yes, but I still have to. And I can take a knock or two, if it comes my way.” The Abyssal One regarded him quietly with a curious smile before sitting down.

“As you say then. I can’t fault your conviction, but I will watch you; to ensure that knocks will only be knocks, and nothing more if it comes to that. We leave soon to do this.”

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Fairworth was not particularly hard to find by any measure; both Abyssal and the boy setting out to the north, winding their way through town until the road sloped down to a turn. The houses and businesses someway back now, what spread out before them was a wide, fairly high stone wall broken by a high, wide archway. Beyond this was a expanse of forest and unkempt land with a pathway leading further in.

From what they understood, Fairworth had probably been the property of some great family in the distant past, though circumstance had seen it eventually fall into the possession of Barry himself; the man living in a old mansion house at the centre of the small estate with several newer barns erected around for the purposes of his business. If it could be said, this place was the home of Barry & Co, in most senses of the word.

Luciela had learned that Barry himself had a habit of walking about unaccompanied; and most particularly would usually go to and from his home on one of the winding dirt paths through the estate. He had little regard for dangers to himself, and would sometimes be spotted striding confidently with hand upon hilt, going about his business. To Luciela, and soon Raki, this would serve their goals...

Barry had been in town for a while before returning home; the route familiar as was the quiet for the hard faced man. More so, this indifference was interrupted as something stirred behind him; turning an eye to find the shape of a small boy drawing nearer. Curious and weary, the man turned to regard the follower. Interestingly, it was the boy who spoke first.

“Sir. Are you...Barry? Of Barry & Co.?”

“Yes, I am.” The quiet that followed was pregnant, he could tell from the boy’s eyes.

“Sir. I have to tell you something very important and true. I would ask that you please listen.”

“And what would that be, young sir?”

“I...I know what it is you and your’s do; I know your business and do not like it at all. I’ve come to tell you that you must stop...or something terrible will happen.”

The man considered the words with a dim brow and cold eyes, but remained silent. Then, as if with tired effort, he spoke.

“Well, it’s not surprising you know what my business is, boy. And I know too that many have much to say about it. But it does catch me when one of them speaks about some terrible consequence...and more vague than the daily mutterings. So, boy, what will these “terrible” things be? What would prompt your small shape to talk like this?”

“I can’t say...just now. But I’m honest and I think you really must listen to me, or something terrible will happen.”

The man seemed indifferent to the answer before going on after a pause; his words higher and sharper.

“Well, tell me this, child. Who sent you? Was it those squawkers from that society? – or have you been licking the bottom of your father’s tankard, hmm?

“Neither, sir.”

The man approached, drawing close with hand still perched on sword hilt before he made a grab; Raki pulling back though Barry’s fingers closed around his collar. Pulling the boy close with a violent pull, the two were eye to eye. The man’s expression now redder and harder. His words a sharp growl.

“Listen to me, then, child. Do you know who this land belongs to? - it is mine. All that is on this land is mine, and for good reason. You suppose you can wander in and speak to the master of this estate like this?! Brat!!... There was a time, boy, when men of stature and enterprise could go about their business in Braeton without being accosted over the manner of their affairs – and especially by the likes of children!! I have mind to give you what your parent’s have neglected in a good beating for your stupid prattle!!... There are many in this town and abroad too who owe their weighty purse to my work, and now it is that I have to fend off the likes of you? – ignorant, stupid welp!!...”

Raki swallowed and remained silent in the man’s hard grip; eyes not leaving that of his. Barry went on in a duller tone.

“Listen, boy...you will get off my land at once and never again come here or I will have my men make quick work of you, and more so I will have the constables put you in the stocks for a day and night – then we will see about your stupid talk, perhaps a good example for the so minded to keep their tongues!! Now get out of my sight!!!”

Drawing back his free hand, he plunged his fist into the boy’s face; Raki falling back as he lost his precarious footing on the path. Landing, cheek burning as blood seeped from his nose and lip he caught the watching man above. Barry lingered for a moment before turning and going on his way.

Drawing up as a treacherous tear wet a cheek, Raki was silent before he went back the way he came; disappointed in more than Barry could know...

End of Part 2

To be continued...

Admittedly, this story will be a little longer for a practical reason rather than the two parts envisioned, but I think this would be a more effective method for the readership (if any ).

Ooo hoo hoo, that was an exciting read Blue -- reading the second chapter, many things are coming to mind that show how different this story is from yours.

For one thing, the pace is alot different -- perhaps I'm mistaken and it hasn't changed at all, but I think, to make myself understandable, developments are taking place -- fast. The previous story was very slow, and, it wasn't until Luciella fought the Yoma and Dahl, did the story feel like the pace had begun to accelerate...because tensions was now thick and action-packed events were taken place.

Here though, Luciella and Raki seemed to have come to this town with a mission, a purpose; I think that is what I'm feeling...because it gives it an entirely different feeling then the previous story. That's not to say that this story isn't still big on slow build-ups and character developments which I love; too early to judge anyway.....however, to make an example, many events took place in this one single chapter -- the letter, Luciella's confrontation, Raki's confrontation....many things, and for me, it made the chapter go by very fast.

It's nothing bad; I'm implying nothing of the sort....it's just something that I noticed. The baddies in this story are the ever malevolent slave-traders, as I suspected; in their own way, since so much of slave-trading and the Org goes hand-in-hand.....messing with those one, seemingly key industry in this town, could very well have ramifications at Staff -- in other words, in her own way, Luciella is still fighting the war.

Nevertheless, even though it's too early to judge as I say, hopefully Raki and Luciella still have plenty of alone time (not like that...not that I wouldn't mind though ); again, almost entirely in the last story actually, so much of it was simply Raki and Luciella being together...in eachother's company, growing together.....it's interesting and curious that they have a 'mission' in this story, but hopefully that won't hog or interfere with their relationship -- fortunately though, they still get plenty of time together, Raki is still learning, and as we see, he's finally blossoming his self-confidence and willpower -- their is only so much he can do, but he still fights with everything he has, and Luciella backs him up when necessary

Another thing that really caught my attention is the vocabulary....Claymore has always been a medieval/modern story; in a way, I was reminded of that seeing so many words and descriptions for things you wouldn't expect in their world, but their is...your writing and vocab really helped to make a very clear picture of your story and the world within it, which is always something I enjoy.

One thing that gets my attention is still the same as before: the chapter title....now we're at Part 2....is that what it's going to be from now on? Part 3/4/5/etc? Believe me, I'm only trying to be as clear as possible Your last story never had any chapter titles, only numbers, so I'm assuming that's how it's going to be how it is with this one.

I'm also a little confused/intrigued about your words and the story being "a little bit longer"...are we talking about the story as a whole itself, this section/chapter etc? That's probably, as you can imagine, my biggest confusion -- if you don't mind, it would be easier if you could just spell out the format for how you are making the story

As always, I'm loving it...I like surprises, so I'm trying not to guess too much at what might happen; can't wait to hear from you again

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"You know, their are as many ways to live as their are people in this world...and each one deserves a closer look."

My...thank you for that very considerate and detailed review; it is very appreciated and I am grateful for your interest, as always.

Firstly, thank you for your commentary on the pacing and speed of the narrative. I had intended to blend both Luciela and Raki with a greater mission in this story; and I am glad that it resonates so well too in the reading, without biting into the prime dynamic which remains Luciela and Raki themselves.

The tone and pace of the story established, I am also happy that the world of Braeton is as vivid as it can be here; setting a textured and contoured scenery for the duo and their exploits. Of course, regarding the presentation of the stories through the numbering, I can say that the stories given would have numbers for each chapter, while stand alone's would have their title only, if that makes sense .

When saying that the story would be longer, I was referring to a earlier post in which I thought this story would be two parts long. This proved impractical for a few reasons, thus necessitating a part three in the coming future. But I can understand your concern with chapters and parts. Hopefully, a chapter will be whole unless necessary and for the reader's good digestion of the story inside .

Let's just take care of one step at a time - What is the name of the story? "Strange Consorts: Bad for Business" I presume?

If so, then we are on Chapter 2 right now....unless this is still actually the first chapter, which was so huge, that you cut it into two parts (In which "Chapter 1 Part 1/2").

If that's what it all boils down to, then that's all it should be - you've never named individual chapters before, which is why I'm assuming you aren't now (Bad for Business, i'm assuming, is the name of the sequel and not simply the name of this chapter -- because if so, then the story itself doesn't actually have a new title and is, again, 'Strange Consorts')

I'm also assuming by your words that, by the "longer" part, you are talking about the chapter and not the whole story itself....because a two or three-part story would be a very very short one by your standards

This whole thing sounds really silly in my opinion, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't confusing me -- again, just spell it out in plain english so I and others won't be confused (probably just me XD).

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"You know, their are as many ways to live as their are people in this world...and each one deserves a closer look."

My apologies. It seems that my talent for obsfucation rises now and again when only half knowing .

Still, you have good points and I will try to clarify.

This story is presented as a successor to the first, but inside the same continuity as you know.

"Strange Consorts" is both the name of the original story and now lends that name to the series of stories about LucielaXRaki. "Bad for Business" is the title of the story within this series continuity - thus we get "Strange Consorts: Bad for Business". A layout similiarly seen in such games, for instance, as Harvest Moon and its sequels:Harvest Moon: Save the Homeland, Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life and Harvest Moon: A Magical Melody etc.

The story, a small collection of individual segments, is divided into chapters; and as you know some bigger chapters are divided into parts.

I hope that clears up the confusion, but feel free to ask again if it is still not clear .

One final question this time -- and it's one I actually already asked: this latest chapter...is this Chapter 2? or is this Part 2 of Chapter 1....because simply writing "Part 2" implies the former which may not be totally right. I'm assuming by your words (the bit about it needing to be 'longer'), that it's the latter though -- that this is simply Part 2 of Chapter 1, and not actually Chapter 2 or, gasp, the second part of the story as a whole (your words about envisioning the story originally as a two-parter.....made me think actually that you the story originally has only having two parts, which is extremely short ).

I can't believe something so easy as this is confusing me....then again, considering how little else I'm critiquing in your story, this is actually alright when you think of it like that

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"You know, their are as many ways to live as their are people in this world...and each one deserves a closer look."

That is entirely okay, and I am glad I could help. Though, I do understand your frustration; my own fault as I sometimes do employ that tangled system of chapters, parts etc.

Well, regarding the current story, SC: BfB, I can say that this part 2 is effectively chapter 2; not part 2 of chapter 1.

I envisioned SC: BfB as a beginning and middle, then middle and end story - essentially two chapters for what is a shorter story. But, due to certain factors, I decided to make it a three chapter (part) story to be presented here .

Also, to preclude any future troubles here, I have decided that stories will be divided up by chapters; with sub-chapters being called parts.

Thus, in a future multi-part story, we could have three chapters but also one such chapter divided into two parts or more. Admittedly, I will try to avoid the latter in that respect .

I hope that clarifies things for you, and please feel to voice any further questions too .

Blue....no offense, but it looks like you are just confusing yourself :heh;;

I mean, you said i was wrong, but then here ("Also, to preclude any future troubles here, I have decided that stories will be divided up by chapters; with sub-chapters being called parts."), so whatever the case, it looks like you changed your mind to what I basically said .

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Thus, in a future multi-part story, we could have three chapters but also one such chapter divided into two parts or more. Admittedly, I will try to avoid the latter in that respect .

.....Blue; you've already done that with the original SC story; every chapter was called a chapter; and Chapter 5, was so long and exciting, that you cut it up into two parts and rightly called them Part 1 and 2.

Their is nothing complicated about it; it's certainly more conventional, and what you did in the last story which may have been what I was thinking on -- I think in part though, what may have thrown me off is your words that, this new story, is actually extremely short -- I mean, your words imply that you literally envisioned it as a story with a beginning, middle and end - with a chapter, now 3, dedicated to each part: beginning, middle and end; short, but longer then what you say you had in mind before - where two chapters would cover the both halves entirely.

That seems to be what you are saying anyway, if I'm not mistaken.

I think I'm done on this subject at any rate.....I could be still wrong, but I don't mind anymore - if nothing else, it will be another thing that I brought up that I pushed to the side....my biggest concern with your works is simply to enjoy the ride and that's what I'm gonna do; nevermind nitpicking about the chapter labelling .

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"You know, their are as many ways to live as their are people in this world...and each one deserves a closer look."

Still, yes, you do have a point and I may have gotten a little mixed up but I am happy you approve of the labeling approach.

In regards to the last issue of the story length, you would be right in that I did originally consider this as a very short story, and admittedly it does remain short too, though I initally considered this as a two part project. Upon reflection, I did decide to extend it to three, as it seemed more balanced and would allow me to tie things up without overly compacting part 2; considering that part 1 was quite short by past standards .

In all, I am glad we have, hopefully, resolved that and that you approve of the tale told, so far, but hopefully still feel free to critique things as they come .